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I have a muthafuckin fractured elbow. I still want to have a life though. It is hard to perform basic tasks like putting on deoderant and opening jars. It keeps swelling, and I'm a tropper. I'm going out tomorrow. I'm such a badass.

Wow that last post was super angry.

Anyway lollipops and ponies!!!!!!!

I can't wait until this economy collapses and all the stupid spoiled people who never learned how to survive DIE OFF! Fuck stupid spoiled people. Seriously, I can't wait for this disgusting world to be full of brave survivors like me who know how to cloth themselves in the cold and gather food and make shelter.

It is what you do to never need sleep again. I mean it is basically like injecting sleep into your arm. Here's what you do: You spike your coffee with whiskey, and then you eat only tacos. Make sure the tacos have every ingredient so that you won't be malnourished for at least ten years. The end.

Fantasies suck and that is why everyone on deviant art does what we do. We bring our secrets and desires and fantasies to life in our art, in our words. We merge our heart and our subconscious together to create what we can't experience on our own. Because that's the only way to let it out without hurting yourself. But that isn't enough for me. I have to go above and beyond and fuck myself over by making the same stupid ass mistake I made last year, though it isn't AS BIG as it was last year, it was still something I knew I would never grasp. What we had is no longer tangible! I was stupid to think it was wise and safe and whatever other dumbass shit I thought earlier. It was safe. It may have even been wise. But now I'm running away. Tangible for just one night and one morning that slowly grew into another day. Now I wonder if I would ever be enough for you, even though I know that's not what you're looking for. You're looking for someone much worse than you. You're looking for some narcissistic bitch who would drop you in a second, with ugly deer eyes and a shrunken heart. So maybe I should just get ahead of it already and accidentally on purpose smash your heart to pieces. Would that help? Wouldn't that turn you on and fuck your mind enough to want me more? All I ever wanted was to make you smile, at any expense of my own, just to make you laugh. Would everything fall apart for you if I made you happy? I want you to know everything will be okay. You aren't some school project put aside until the last minute I desperately wanted to get done and over with. I fucking get you. I get you and you never once disappointed me. I would dare you to, but I don't even believe that you want to, when everyone else does. I guess all I can be mad at you for is having a heart and taking it so many miles away. I know you tried your best even though you were afraid and I know you tried to be brave and nice and everything I really appreciate about you. But fuck it FUCK it! Now we're just some fucking Bob Dylan song. I can't live like this. I can't live like you, the way you do this. I have to move on. <3